Tuesday, October 05, 2010
I've been thinking all evening and then again this morning about the P word. You all know it and hate it - the dreaded Plateau. Looking back on my past progress and weigh-ins, the thought occurred to me...maybe I've hit a bit of a plateau. I've had trouble breaking out of a set of numbers before. The 380s were a bit difficult mentally. The 360s had me declaring war against my own body. But the difference between those tough spots and this one is simple - in the past I spent a few weeks self-sabotaging, but this time I'm not. I've been pretty consistent. Sure, I've switched things up in an effort to push the scale along, but I've eaten pretty well and have been exercising regularly. So could I be dealing with that stupid P word already?
We all hate to think about plateaus. They're evil. They keep us from our goals and make us feel like we're failing ourselves somehow. No matter how much progress we see in our fitness levels or other NSVs, nothing compares to seeing that number on the scale agree with our progress and give us the results we so crave. Just thinking about this has led me on a research binge (much better than an eating binge! *lol*) about dieting, plateaus, weight loss, etc. And what a wealth of knowledge we have here at SP!
First of all, I suggest you all read "9 Cold, Hard Weight Loss Truths" here on Spark:
You may not learn anything really new, but it might be helpful in reinforcing the things we have had suspicions about. My favorite is #1 - You have to exercise more than you think.
For me, this is a CHECK! Last night I forced myself into another SIBCCT - Self-Induced Boot Camp Circuit Training. It went a little something like this: 10 minutes treadmill at 3.0, 2.0 incline; 8 laps around the indoor track, running 1/2 a lap on every even lap; Lat pull-downs and tricep work on cable machine, 2 sets of 12-15 reps; 4 more laps on the track, running 1/2 a lap on every even lap; 20 crunches with medicine ball on reclining bench, 20 squats, 20 twist crunches on reclining bench, 20 lunges each leg, 20 regular crunches on reclining bench; 2 more laps, running 1/2 a lap once; 45-second plank, 20 regular floor crunches, 10 bicycle crunches, 10 reverse crunches, 2 sets of 15 reps of modified push-ups; 3 more laps around the track, running 1/2 of one lap; 6 laps as cool-down followed by about 12 minutes of yoga/stretching before a full set on the ST machines and another 5 minutes stretching. There was no stopping really between stations unless I needed water, a stretch, or to go to the other machine/station. I did take a few breaks to breathe, but the only real breaks were between the cool down, the yoga/stretching, and the ST on the machines.
No real answers here...just confirmation that I'm doing well. Okay, onward.
For those of you that are feeling those late night hunger pains, try this article entitled "Is Evening Eating Destroying Your Weight Loss Efforts?"
For me, this was something I was trying to end when I started this Midday Calorie Loading experiment. So far it's been working out great. I eat the bulk of my calories before I even leave from work. On my Nutrition Tracker you see that some of my lunches equal 600 calories. The truth is, I used to limit all my 3-big meals to around 400 calories, but I've been loading up in the middle of the day. Sometimes this means eating lunch twice. I'll have a salad and then, an hour or so later, I'll eat a sandwich. In all honesty, my body is responding quite well to this. When I pulled out my Ranch Cheddar Turkey Burger yesterday around 5pm and ate it before I left work, my workout was fully fueled and I wasn't ravenous when I got home after even that long SIBCCT I put myself through. I got home, made my mushroom and cheese omelet, and because I was trying to push up a little on my calories, I added a piece of whole wheat toast and ended the night with an ice cream treat (honestly, not the best idea, but I was within my calorie range to do so).
Right, okay. Got that. Have to remember that there is research to reinforce this method of eating and my body seems to respond well to it, so this may be my new way of eating for life - loading down my calories during the day when my body is burning the most.
Okay, so how about this article - "Is Your Diet Making You Fat?"
I did used to have a huge problem on the weekends staying on task. And, sure, my schedule goes a little wonky on the weekends because I'm working around the family, but for the most part, I've been sticking to my plan and making good choices. Fridays are for activites with the Hubs. This past week he and I started our Friday tennis date, which I hope to repeat this week, but even before then I'd hit the gym on Friday during the day, glad I wasn't on a time crunch and had the gym pretty much to myself while everyone was at work. Fridays are also meal-planning and grocery shopping days. I make a plan for the week and we follow the list at the grocery store. Saturdays are usually reserved for batch cooking and for some outdoor activity with the boys, and Sundays are for Ethan's football games and cleaning...about the only half-lazy day I get to myself. However, I do need to watch where my calories are coming from on the weekends, as we tend to eat out more and I seem to have this "this is a special time so I can have a treat" mentality. Weekends are a good time to REINFORCE my healthy habits, and show them to my boys so they can mimic them. I have GOT to remember that.
That was a good one to stumble on, but it's not exactly what I had hoped for...
Okay, one last one for you, and possibly quite fitting for me to really question - "4 Signs It's Time to Step Off the Scale"
First of all, yes, my scale can talk. In her sweetest voice she tells me, down to the tenth of a pound, how much I weigh each and every morning (mostly) when I step on her. Second of all, it's not a "bathroom scale"...what I mean is, my bathroom floor isn't the most level, so instead my scale is right in front of the fridge in the kitchen! *lol* I didn't really plan it that way, it was just the best level place for it. It has, however, stopped some mindless binges...it's hard to forget what you're working toward when the scale is staring up at you as you're picking through the leftovers in the fridge - much more effective for me than a picture of the fat me stuck on with a magnet.
I'm not anal about getting on the scale and, since I've been weighing myself every day, it makes me scoff at him (yes, the scale is male, it just has a feminine voice - anything that evil MUST be male! *lol*) more than it affects my mood. The most important thing it does is that it makes me question what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong, much like I'm doing in this blog today. Today my weight was 351, up a few tenths of a pound, even after the SIBCCT (or, perhaps, because of it). When I step off the scale (after, yes, cursing at it), I go through the questions:
* Did I do all I could think of yesterday to make it a good day?
A: I ate decently. I did have ice cream and I broke down midday and had a Dove Chocolate Bar. I can improve that tomorrow by sticking to my healthy snacks, apples and bananas. One thing I'm not liking is the amount of fat I eat in a day. I'm within Spark's ranges, but when my calories and carbs (go figure) are under those ranges, but my protein and fat is within them, then I'm not balancing like I should. I should probably work on that a little.
* Did I get in my exercise? Did I do enough? Did I do too much?
A: There IS a possibility that I pushed my body to its limit last night. For a regular weigher, I can tell you that a tough workout WITH ST can certainly cause a temporary gain on the scale. My muscles are in repair mode today (such an important stage, PLEASE people, remember that you need those muscle repair days! It worries me when I see you ST every single day. That might be fine for body builders - though I doubt it - but I'm a firm believer in the every other day method of ST, always have been). The research I've done in the past tells me that when you strength train, especially pushing your body like I did last night, you actually tear your muscles. Sounds painful, right? From what I understand, water builds up within those muscles to help with the repair process, but once they're all healed, they become stronger and leaner machines...and I say machines because those lean muscles eat FAT CELLS for breakfast (and lunch, and dinner, and snack!). So, yes, ST is important, but this could be a reason for the gain this morning. (BTW - I'm no expert, it's just how I understand it from the research I've done on ST. Please be sure to check with a professional if you want real answers to your ST questions!)
* How do I feel?
A: This is the MOST IMPORTANT question I ask myself, and I used to really let it slide, but lately it has become a regular for my morning weigh-in routine. How do I feel today? I feel bloated. This is week 3 of TOM (I'm calling the Dr. today...) and I just feel puffy all over. My arms are sore (no doubt from the push-ups, planks, lat pull-downs and tricep work, as well as from the machine ST) and my legs feel a little sore too (a result of the incline on the treadmill as well as the running, no doubt). My tummy is the most telling though - it feels full, bloated, puffy, a little hard to the touch. It could be gastrointestinal problems (i.e. GAS! *lol*), maybe something I ate yesterday didn't agree with me, or it could simply be bloating from more TOM nonsense. Either way, I feel those extra tenths of a pound today, but I don't think they're here to stay.
There's one thing about research...sometimes you don't find the easy answer. Sometimes you find what you NEED to find instead of what you thought you might find. This whole process isn't as simple as A + B = C. This learning to live a healthy lifestyle is more like the rules of English grammar, confusing and with a bunch of exceptions. ("i" before "e," except after "c" and words that sound like "a") What I learned from my research on plateaus is simple - I'm doing what I need to do for the most part. Sure, I could be a little more perfect, a little more on task, but really perfection is not something I can maintain my entire life. I always consider the big S when I make plans for my weight loss goals -- SUSTAINABILITY. Can I keep this up? Could I see myself doing this one year from now? Being perfect is not sustainable. So while I'll work on being more on target and really learning how to fully balance my meals (a problem I've had from day ONE), I can't honestly believe that I'll NEVER AGAIN slip up and have a chocolate bar and ice cream (hey, but maybe I can strive to never again have them BOTH in the same day!).
So I guess the biggest thing I learned about the P word (don't worry, I won't say it again...I know it scares you), is that there's another big P word that goes with it ---- PATIENCE. Oh, and another P ---- PERSISTENCE. Keep doing what you know is right. Make adjustments if need be, but keep plugging along. Because one day, in the not so distant future, you will push through this wall and see the other side of 350. And one day, in the not so distant future, you'll find yourself on that P word again...it's bound to happen...and it will happen over and over again throughout the process. But patience and persistence are the only answers. Perfection won't do. Quitting isn't an option. Just keep plugging along.
Lesson for the Day:
Patience and Persistence are the only tools you have to beat down that Plateau!
Monday, October 04, 2010
Now just because I admitted that I'm frustrated with the scale right now, doesn't mean I'm giving up on any of my goals, weight loss or otherwise. Yesterday I took a rest day and I didn't feel guilty about it at all. I did eat some pizza, but I ate healthy the rest of the day and accomplished some of the things I wanted to get done. I even got the Crustless Spinach Feta Quiche made as well as a double batch of Ranch Cheddar Turkey Burgers and a batch of Chocolate Pumpkin brownies too. The only thing I didn't quite get done was cleaning out the van...but I still have time to do that before I leave on Friday afternoon.
So I'm starting week 2 of this Midday Calorie Loading experiment and, I've decided, that if I'm going to be working out so much that I need to eat a little more, but only if I feel hungry for it. I'll allow myself 2000 calorie days without fretting because it will work at that range, I know it will. And I'll get where I want to go...eventually. I honestly don't know if I'll weigh myself much this week (though I must tomorrow morning for my BL challenge), and I haven't decided whether I'll be dragging my scale up with me to my Mom's, since I'll be at her house on my usual weigh-in day, or if I'll just leave it at home and weigh in Tuesday morning after I get back. Either way, I'm not stressing about it.
I'll admit it, the numbers are really getting to me right now, and I know it's because of this whole "350" thing. Those of you who have had the misfortune to get above 350 know what it's like to have that number as a weight-limit pounded into your head. Heck, many regular doctor scales don't go above this number, so you can't even face a dreaded weigh-in when you're above this number unless you order a "special" scale. And, let's face it, I'm sick of being special in that way. There are many avenues and endeavors in my life in which being called special is a compliment, but not here, not this way. So I want to smash that number to bits and I've been working pretty hard to do that (which is, ironically, likely the cause of my problem). I honestly thought I'd be at 348 by now, so to have that number be so elusive makes me feel like nothing is changing.
But you know what? There is a LOT changing. Some of it good, some not so good. Let me explain.
Yesterday at the football game, the sun decided to hide behind the clouds. Being October and with the usual fall weather setting in, it was cold sitting on metal bleachers during Ethan's football game (it was worse later when it started to rain cold pelting drops!). I had to wear three layers yesterday just to attempt to stay warm. A shirt and two hoodies, my jeans and socks would normally have been PLENTY to keep me warm...but not yesterday. I was still SOOOO cold! I've been warned that losing a bunch of weight will make you feel the cold quicker because your insulation is basically gone, but - people, I'm still 350 pounds! It scares me to think that this might get worse because already the cold affects my body much quicker than it ever used to. (Even Hubs has mentioned to me that I feel cold when it's not really all that cold. I sleep with 4 blankets on my side of the bed, while he just has a sheet and our down comforter. And I've gone from nightgowns to long sleeve and pant PJ's already...and it's only October!) I'm going to be an icicle at 250 and will be moving to the equator, the only place I'll be able to survive, when I hit goal weight.
Okay, this is going to sound completely strange but - how do you skinny people not hurt yourselves like ALL THE TIME? The other day I'm sitting in the van and I have to brake quickly and the seat belt pushes against my shoulder area, doing it's rightful job of keeping me in my seat and keeping me safe. But it HURT! Like I actually yelped in pain because the stupid strap of the seat belt hit my collarbone. (And seriously, who would have thought that I'd have visible collarbones at 350? See, the numbers just don't seem to fit the body anymore, unless you consider I'm carrying ALL my weight in my stomach and legs.) I nearly felt like I scraped my arm the other day when I brushed by my stupid collarbones. It was uncomfortable and strange and...well, quite painful.
Oh, and the whole sitting on bleachers thing? Yeah, no longer enjoyable AT ALL! How do you people not bruise your bones like constantly? (I actually asked my husband that and he laughed at "you people." I didn't find it amusing and said, "Yeah! YOU people! You SKINNY people! HOW?!") I have to sit in a certain way and, still, sitting for too long is uncomfortable because I can feel some of the bones in my butt! I remember having a boney-butt kid sit on my leg once, but I never imagined what it would feel like to be the one with the boney-butt. (And, let's remind you all, I'm still 350 pounds! HOW do I have a boney butt??? HOW!?)
Finally, and this one is the most difficult to discribe. My leg hurts lately. See, when you have a huge stomach, you lose your lap. Well, that's not true, it's still there - you're just using it to support your massive stomach. Lately I've been noticing the stomach gradually shrinking in an upward direction, which I completely love, BTW (it's the most hated part of my body), but it's caused strange issues with my lap. First of all, I look down and don't recognize my legs. They look super long and it freaks me out for a minute...I'm just not used to seeing THAT MUCH of my upper leg. I'm not even joking. It's like having an alien body you don't recognize any more, and, yes, there are times when I look down or look in the mirror and go, "What's that?" I seriously, honestly, 100% swear that there are times I don't recognize myself or parts of myself. I thought at one point I needed my eyes checked again. And the bone in my leg?! Painful! I don't know what's going on but when I'm driving sometimes, the bone in my thigh will hit, I don't know, something closer to my hip/pelvic bone?, and I feel this pressure like pushing two sticks together. It hurts! I tried rubbing it out, but it's not a muscle pain so it's not like I can massage it away.
Oh, and one last change for you - my clothes. I am 5'8. That's not exactly short at all and it's not too tall either. All my life I have bought average length pants and such. And I used to complain that shirt makers thought I wanted only belly shirts - WHY do they make them so short?! Yeah, turns out when you start to decrease in width, your clothes become LONGER. While this is great for all those "too short" shirts I used to avoid, for pants it has become a nightmare! I actually tripped on my own pant leg yesterday!! (Go ahead, laugh...I did.) The pants I'm wearing now are way too long and I've been forced to roll the waist to make sure I'm not constantly stepping on them. Seriously? Do you guys deal with this problem all the time? It's really friggin' annoying! I'd rather not look like a tool tripping over my own pant leg, thank you very much.
So, while some things are changing (and, yes, some of them are quite annoying), it feels strange to even mention them because - well - I'M STILL 350+ POUNDS! It doesn't make any logical sense to me that I would experience these type of things yet. In fact, I was so anxious for the day that I could come to you all and tell you some of the strange things I notice about being a skinny girl when I was always once fat, but I expected to have to wait another 2 years to be able to do that. I feel completely rediculous saying this stuff now because I feel like nobody could believe it from someone who STILL has so much to LOSE! But it's true. All of it.
The cold hard facts of an oddly-shaped 350 pound woman:
My body is mine, but sometimes it feels alien to me.
My bones HURT me!
I have skinny days all the time.
I feel light. I swear there are days I feel under 300 pounds, even though I know that I'm not.
My mind plays tricks on me when I pass a mirror. Is that really me?
I'm confused by several of the changes.
My arms look excellent, except for the now separated flabby part at the bottom.
I get these dimples - like the one in your neck? You know what I mean, don't you? I forgot women were supposed to have that!
I'm cold ALL THE TIME! (I'm currently wearing a sweater, a sweater hoodie, and a huge Myrtle Beach hoodie over that...and I'm still freezing!)
Finally - I'm worried. I'm honestly concerned. If it's already this bad, how bad is it going to get when more weight comes off? Am I in for a rude awakening once I hit lower milestones? 200-land? Under 250? One-derland? Goal weight? What are these going to look like? How will I feel? Maybe being skinny isn't everything I made it out to be. Maybe I was right to always be worried about losing all this weight.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not giving up. Fashion alone keeps me going! (Cute boots, pencil skirts - all these things I never got to wear but always felt were "me" make me want to strive to be there!) But I'm discovering that it's not all wonderful and that sometimes, the changes can surprise, and even scare, you. I'm sure I'll get used to it and stop tripping over my pants legs and stop brushing my arm past my ragged collarbone, and I'll start to eventually either appreciate or learn to live with, these things. Eventually.
One last note to leave you with. Yesterday I dropped my son off at his GF's house to "hang out." (Don't ask me, they're 11. I'm not too worried, she "breaks up" with him every other week.) As I'm leaving, I know that Hubs is getting P.O.ed because it's taken so long and we have pizza getting cold and Iron Man 2 to watch, so we need to get home. And I take off and sprint down the driveway (holding my boobage...I forgot how much sports bras meant to me until I tried to run without one on!) and I hop in the van and start down the driveway. All Hubs says to me? "BTW - you were running." Me: "Hrm?" Him: "You were running!" Me: "Yeah?" Him: "I haven't seen that in like...I don't know the last time I saw that." Me: "Well, I figured I can do it across the tennis court so, why not?" Him: "You were running."
*lol* I've decided to not stress too much over actually running routes and routines. For now, I'll work in some sprints here and there. Sprint from the car to the gym. Sprint from the house to the car. Eventually I'll work my way into longer distances, but for now, being able to sprint (okay, so it's really slow sprinting!) makes me happy.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Starting Weight: 466.6
SP SW: 416.2
Last Week: 354.8
SP Total Loss: 65.8
Total Loss: 116.2
Okay, let me explain why this doesn't make me happy. Two weeks ago I weighed in at 352.2. I was so happy to have gotten there, and I spent the next week being miserable with TOM, but good as far as nutrition and exercise went (save one day when I had too much Chinese food). The bloat from TOM was obvious by sight and feel. I'm now at the end of week 2 of TOM. Yes, week two. And not quite done yet. Thankfully the bloat started to come down early this past week and I was starting to feel more back to normal. This past week I was good. I worked out a lot. I ate within my ranges. I had a successful week. Yes, I had a milkshake yesterday, but I have been burning so many calories this week that Spark had been yelling at me that I'm not eating enough. I eat when I'm hungry. I ate good food most of the time.
So I had expected and hoped and prayed to see 349 today, but both of my scales fought me this morning. They went from 345 to 352. Both of them. They hate me. My boys are losing weight and I don't seem to be as successful ...and I'm trying much harder. I'm trying to let it go. I'm trying. But it's hard. I want so badly to be under 350, and it wasn't asking too much today because I have put the time, effort, and energy into it this week.
Maybe I'm not eating enough. Maybe I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Maybe I should just be happy with losing just under 2 pounds in 2 weeks of being good (really?).
Fitness next week:
* Today - No clue, might just take a rest day. *shrug*
* Monday - 2-3 miles elliptical or treadmill, boxing, tons of ST
* Tuesday - Zumba
* Wednesday - 2-3 miles elliptical or treadmill, rowing, tons of ST
* Thursday - Rest Day
* Friday - 3-4 miles elliptical or treadmill, biking, ST
* Saturday - Maybe another Rest Day *shrug*
* Sunday - 5k walk with the family
I need to focus on the fun I hope to have this weekend. I have to take a rest day Thursday because I usually don't fit in any exercise into my long days - I have 10 hours at my regular job, a city council meeting, and then work at the paper. I don't know what time I'll get home. But then on Friday afternoon, once Logan gets off the bus, I'll be heading up to my Mom's house in Ohio. Hopefully plans don't change too much because RAVENSONG is supposed to be coming down to meet me at my mom's to spend the long weekend.
On Sunday I have the 5k walk with my mom, my step-brother, my sister, my 2 nieces, my oldest son, and Becky (RAVENSONG). I don't have any goals for the race other than to support my mom and make sure she makes through it just fine. I'm hoping I won't have any problems keeping up with everyone, but that's about it.
Other than that, this week's lack of results are making me a little sad. Yesterday I took the boys down and we played racquetball for at least a half hour. Then later that day the whole family went up to the park again and we played tennis for about an hour (though I didn't play the entire time). I also did the grocery shopping even though I was super, super tired.
*sigh* Off to get ready for Ethan's football game where I'll try not to eat any bad foods just out of spite. I'll try to make up a few meals for this week later today. I still haven't managed to clean out my van, which is a MUST. Have to get to that tonight!!
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Yesterday will go on record as one of the best Fridays I've had in a while.
Hubs and and I woke up, ate some breakfast and then headed out for our busy day. First stop? The muffler shop. I know, you're all SO jealous, right? *lol* 84 bucks later and with a new muffler on the front part of my van, we were off again, this time to Wal-Mart. We picked up 2 tennis rackets and a bag of balls before heading up to the park.
My sexy man with his new tennis racket.
Hubs says I trash talk too much on the court. *lol* I was just having fun, kidding around a bit, sure, and rejoicing when I actually did something right. It was fun! A LOT of fun! And I can't wait to do it again!
I've learned that my short hair can be a PITA when the wind is blowing really hard and you're trying to concentrate on where the ball is.
We played for almost an hour and, I was right, most of our time was spent chasing missed balls. *lol* But I did hit one. Actually, I hit a lot more than one! My backhand sucks mostly, but I think a lot of people have that problem. By the end of the hour, though, most of my serves were landing in and we had worked our way up to a serve-return-return. Three, that's the most we could do. *lol* Then either one or the both of us would totally screw it up. So my goal for next time is to get to a four. Serve - return - return - return. I also think it might be fun to play with my friend AM who actually knows how to play tennis! *lol*
After tennis, Hubs and I headed to lunch at a local Italian and steak joint. We were hoping they would have lunch prices, since their regular dinner prices are quite high. Nope. No lunch prices or sizes. *sigh* While Hubs really enjoyed his corned beef and kraut sandwich, I had a ground sirloin patty with steamed veggies and a baked potato. It was good, but not good enough to spend the money again at that place! (Plus, the service kinda sucked.) Next time we'll pick someplace different, I'm sure.
Once the boys got home I was off for another adventure. A couple days ago Logan had asked me how much I paid for a month membership to the gym. The next day he came to me and said, "Mom, can you take me to the gym with you?" When I asked him why he said, "Because I have exactly 38 dollars and I want to sign up for the gym." I admit I was a little worried, but when I asked him why he said, "Because I want to get rid of this" and pointed to his gut...but then started talking about racquetball. AH! So that's the REAL reason.
So I took him with me to the gym to see what their rules were for 11 year olds. He was so cute! He brought a pencil box with all his change and the money he had saved from his birthday. Turns out it was only 10 bucks more a month to add him to my account. They prorated it for this month and he paid 4.80 for his membership and got a little card and everything.
Now before I get the criticism that I shouldn't encourage "working out" for my 11 year old (who isn't at all fat), I have to say something. I thought to myself for a minute that the gym is not a place to play. It's serious business getting in shape. And then I thought, wouldn't it be great if it WAS fun? Wouldn't it be great to think of the gym as a place to play? Wouldn't it be nice to not be so serious about it? Wouldn't this all be much more fun to do if as kids we'd been taught that getting into shape is a cool, fun thing? So while I did set the rule that he couldn't go in the weightlifting/free weight area and to not do anything without me around showing him how first (so he doesn't hurt himself), I didn't set any rules and didn't make it seem serious.
We biked for 20 minutes, did crunches, pushups and then he tried the elliptical, the cable machine, the stairstepper and the treadmill. Then we played racquetball, which was a TON of fun.
What I learned yesterday is that it's actually FUN to get in shape sometimes! Tennis, racquetball, sharing the gym experience with my son - it was all a ton of fun! I hope that I can incorporate more fun things into my fitness because it really makes me feel lighter on my feet.
Today is the day when I have a ton to do and don't want to do any of it right now. *lol*
* Grocery Shopping
* Clean and detail the van
* C25k attempt
* Football with the little man
* Possible racquetball or tennis match with the kiddos
* A little batch cooking for the week
* A TON of laundry
Should be an interesting day! The MCL has been going well. I had a little bigger dinner last night because I was hungry after so much exercise, but I was still under my goals. And today the scale is being so stingy! I want that 349 so bad! Today? 350.0! GRRR! *lol* Still, it's finally moving in the right direction again, which makes me very happy!
Hope you all have a great weekend! Make sure to have some FUN this weekend!!
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